Chapter 27: Lonely Grave and Square Wood
Aunt Jiang still had to look after the store, so she left soon.
Song Rui was lying on the kang, and Nan Nan was kneeling beside her with red eyes.
She recovered, smiled and pulled her little hand, "Nannan was great today."
Hearing her praise, Nan Nan burst into tears.
"Mom, I'm scared. Why hasn't Dad come back yet? Let's go save Auntie together!"
Song Rui's eyes were sore after hearing what she said, and then she realized that in fact, in her heart, she also hoped that Ling Ye was there.
She kept saying that she was practicing alone, but if something really happened, she still subconsciously hoped that Ling Ye would be there.
But Song Rui also knew that this was impossible.
In his previous life, Ling Ye did not go to Su State to do business, and he would not come back for ten days or half a month.
Especially since he is like this now.
He will return to this home less and less often.
She still has to rely on herself.
Song Rui put aside the vulnerability that was welling up in her heart, and sat up with all her energy.
She said to Nan Nan seriously: "Nan Nan, our bodies can enjoy comfort, but our spirits cannot. Once we get used to relying on others, we can no longer be alone. No matter how good your parents are, we cannot take care of your life. Nan Nan, remember, you can hide from the rain under an umbrella, but you can't only hide from the rain under an umbrella."
"Just like today, when grandma ignored you, Nan Nan also found another way, so even if dad is not here, we mother and daughter will definitely be able to rescue Second Aunt."
"Does Nannan have the courage to accompany her mother?"
Tears were still welling up in Nan Nan's eyes, but her little hand had already grasped Song Rui's.
"Mom, I, I have the courage. I won't cry anymore! I want to save my second aunt with mom!"
In an instant, her small body seemed to straighten up a little, and Song Rui saw the embodiment of her growth.
But in fact, it is not just her daughter who needs to grow up.
After Song Rui regained some strength, she got up and started packing her luggage.
After cleaning up and having dinner, the mother and daughter went to bed early.
That night, Song Rui had many dreams.
There are past lives and present lives, as well as scenes that have never appeared in her memory.
Those images fell apart, and finally were slowly pieced together, appearing in Song Rui's dream like an old photo.
That's a tomb.
A small, weed-covered grave.
In the boundless desert, there is a lonely low grave.
The only company is the clumps of wild grass growing around the grave.
The picture is too clear and real.
In her dream, Song Rui could even feel the pain of wind and sand blowing on her face.
After waking up, that scene was still clearly imprinted in my mind.
Song Rui quickly took out paper and pen and drew the unknown plant.
As soon as the day started to dawn, Song Rui went out with the child in her arms.
She wanted to go to the library to find information about the plant.
She had a feeling that last night's dream was not just something she was thinking about.
But when I thought about how many books there were in the library and how long it would take to find them one by one, I simply took a taxi to the Agricultural University.
When they arrived at the place, Song Rui saw someone who looked like her teacher, took some picture books, pulled the person's arm and started asking questions.
After two people said they didn't know, the third person finally stopped and looked at the picture carefully.
He was a gentle-looking young man wearing glasses and a light-colored striped shirt.
He looked at the painting, then at Song Rui, and said, "I seem to have really seen the plants in your painting, but why are you asking this?"
Song Rui explained the reason in a few words. She didn't want to say that she was just dreaming, so she just said that she saw the photo.
When the young man heard that it was a matter of life and death, he did not dare to delay and quickly took her to the school.
After turning several corners, he entered an office. When he came out, he had a photo and an album in his hand.
Song Rui took a look and found that it was the plant in her dream.
"This is the four-sided wood, a relict monotypic plant unique to my country. Because of its long history, it is also called a living fossil in the plant kingdom. We don't have it in the Northeast, but it is mostly found in Mongolia."
"Mongolia, Mongolia."
Song Rui repeated it twice and memorized it in her mind.
"Teacher, thank you so much today. When I pick up my sister, I will bring her here to thank you in person."
Zheng Wenbin couldn't resist Song Rui's thanks and waved his hand shyly.
"No, no, go find someone quickly. It's just that Meng Province is huge, so it may not be an easy task."
Song Rui already had an idea in her mind.
After saying goodbye to Zheng Wenbin, she took a taxi to the post office.
Standing at the counter, Song Rui said that her letter was lost and she wanted to reply but had no address, so she needed the post office to help her check.
She provided the address of her hometown, Yulin Village, Dongyang County, and the name Song Fu.
He also took the initiative to say that the address for letters was Mongolian Province.
The lady at the counter didn't think much about it and checked the correspondence for her.
When Song Rui's heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of her chest, the elder sister spoke up, "I say, you are really confused, young comrade. In the past two years, you have sent more than 20 letters from Meng Province, but you can't find them all?"
Two years, more than twenty letters.
She didn't know any of them.
Song Ruiqiang pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, "I'm sorry, big sister, the old people at home sold my letter as waste paper, and my brain is not working well, I can't remember the address, I'm really causing you trouble."
The elder sister joked, "Oh, it's nothing. Fortunately, you remembered that it was Mongolian Province, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find it from all over the world."
She tore off a piece of paper, copied the mailing address on it and handed it to Song Rui.
"Don't lose it again this time."
A thin piece of paper feels as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Song Rui took it seriously and put it in her arms carefully, "No, I won't lose it again this time."
Song Rui came out early and left the post office at noon.
She hurried to the train station and bought a ticket.
There is no one in her natal family or husband's family whom she can trust and use, so she feels at ease only when Nan Nan is with her.
When she bought the ticket and went home to get her luggage, Xu Chunying was picking peanuts in the yard. When she saw her coming back, she didn't raise her head or open her eyes, pretending not to see her.
She didn't want to be treated coldly, so she went straight back to the house.
When she went to get the milk, she noticed there was a newspaper pinned on the milk box.
It’s today’s Fengcheng Morning Post.
Song Rui took the newspaper in her hand, and thinking about what she said to Ling Ye two days ago, she finally couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.
It's hard for him to remember.
Afraid that they might not have returned by the time Ling Ye came back, Song Rui wrote about her whereabouts in the newspaper.
Finally, she put the newspaper on the kang, took the luggage and left with Nan Nan.
Xu Chunying watched them leave without asking a single question, like a scarecrow that couldn't breathe.
Song Rui didn't have time to be angry with her, she had too much on her mind.
After taking a taxi to the train station and sitting on the hard bed, Song Rui finally felt a real sense of relaxation as she watched the station slowly move back out of the window.
But only some.
She was afraid that she was too late and that the letter was from a long time ago.
But she also knew that it was useless to be afraid.
Things in the world cannot be changed by human will.
Time doesn’t get faster or go slower.
The train will not arrive early either.
Seeing that Nan Nan was already very sleepy, Song Rui made the bed and let her sleep peacefully.
After that, she calmed down and continued to practice her painting.
She believed that she could always change something.
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